Of course it had to happen the one day mike decided to go through with his idea of returning to the warehouse. He had known the risks, but had checked anyways.
Mike grunted, gasping feebly for breath. He was shaking and flushed, just huddled in the corner. Apparently seeing the empty body of golden Freddy was enough to trigger a panic attack. Either that or the memory of marionette almost moving on was the cause.
Whatever caused it was insignificant now, mike just forcing himself up in an attempt to get away from the site. Maybe it would help to leave the building he reasoned.
In his clouded state of mind he began moving forwards, leaning on the shelf beside him. He stopped for a moment, shuddering and hunching over. Not noticing until it was too late that this movement had dislodged an already loose box. Said box was filled to the brim with heavy and very sharp scraps of metal.
Mike reacted too slow to the sound of the falling box, it landing on him full force.
There was a sickly snap as it hit, afterwards leaving the warehouse quiet, mike didn't get up after he was smashed to the ground.
Marionette would find him a few hours later, after having been distraught and worried nonstop. At first he berated mike for seemingly sleeping on the job, but as he floated over it became apparent why mike hadn't returned.
Marionette let out a static cry, sinking to a kneel and taking mike's head into his lap. The box had hit him in the head, causing his neck to snap instantly. Marionette wept, unable to process the sudden discovery. Mike was dead and he hadn't been there to help.
He shuddered, looking at mikes broken neck before resting his hand on his cheek. Marion closed his eyes, static picking up as he felt for Mike's soul, hoping above anything that it was still here. He opened his eyes, weeping in slight relief as he found it, mike was holding on, determined not to leave this plane just yet.
The static was overtaken by a chant as marionette closed his eyes again
'save him save him savehim-'
Marionette held onto mike's soul, desperate as he suddenly jerked to look around, searching for a body to house his lover.
He was quick to his feet, vanishing as he saw an adequate vessel. If it wasn't such a dire situation he would have marveled at the irony of the design he picked. He appeared beside it, gripping its side as he kneeled, in mere moments the deed was complete. Mike's soul having been given new life in an animatronic body.
It was days later before mike moved, he felt so tired and sluggish, his body feeling strange and numb.
Marionette roused as an off tune chime echoed through the room, a somber smile in his face as he saw mikes own.
Mike turned his head, a soft jingle accompanying it as he moved. He paused, blinking then seeming to furrow his brows in confusion. He raised his arm, staring at it then back to Marion with a dumbstruck gaze. Marion gave a weak chime, just reaching out to touch Mike's face, the porcelain mask much like his own...
